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    Regsu sighed, fins drooped.


    He reached up and started to untie the first restraint. He had to let him go sometime... didn't he?

    [[ no; he was about to, but stopped ]]


    Regsu untied the last bind, and sat back against the door. He still kept his yellow eyes focused on his mate.


    [[ no muuuse ]]

    [[then I'll just timeskip]]


    The house was anything but calm for the next week. Azzy and Regsu shared tense moments when the Nightblood wasn't busy being absolutely miserable. For a multitude of reasons.


    One evening, when Regsu woke up...Azzy was gone.

    Azmarathnien was not to be found.


    However, Regsu ran into another Nightblood. The Sideline herself. She had Lepida's flowing golden hair and black dyed tips like Azzy. She even had a bit of Fay here and there. She wore her traditional Sideline clothes, and man, did she look tired.


    She was perched upon the back of none other than her lusus, whom was Azmarathnien's daughter. It wasn't hard to tell, actually. She had his muscled build and the same sharp, silver glare Azzy carried as a dragon. In general, she carried a lot of his features.


    "Woah, relax before you hit Panic Madne55..." Sylf said softly.

    Sylf was right to tell him that, because he seemed freaked out enough to go into Madness; shivering and panting, eyes wide.


    "A-ah! You mussst be the Ssssideline!" he... didn't recognize her? "Did you sssee where he went? Do you have him?" he asked curiously, coming closer.


    She nodded, "I do, Reg5unari." she smiled...a Lepida smile, "He's in my palace worried 5ick about you." she held out one of her hauntingly familiar bio-mechanical arms, offering to help him on her dragon, "I'll take you there 5o you can bring him home."

    Regsu hesitated, then nodded quickly and took Sylf's metallic hand, allowing himself to be helped onto the dragon.


    "Isss he cured?" he inquired softly, fins frilled but pressed against his head; which, if Sylf had paid any attention to Mythel's seadweller gestures when he made them, she would have recognized that as a sign of severe anxiety.

    Ah, she knew limies all too well... no thanks to the Prince, probably.


    Regsu graciously accepted the snack and shoved it in his mouth... the whole thing.

    Regsu's fins had relaxed and drooped, proving the comfort he'd taken from the small offering. He waited till he could at least talk through what was left in his mouth before he spoke; "Really? I've never even ssseen the guy on T.V. when he'sss on it, ssso I dunno..." he replied politely, mouth still kinda full.

    Regsu paused to take this in; "...yeah. I thought I had a child, but... I wasssn't ssshore..."

    then he looked up at Sylf, "If the Prince really isss my ssson, then I asssk that you don't refer to him assss a Lorice. Pleassse call him Mythel Ressshuzette from now on," he requested politely.


    "Can we go get Azamarathnien now? Pleassse. I need to ssssea him."

    ((woop I forgot to mention they were flying so let's pretend they were


    also how could Regsu forget Mythel


    He literally told Azzy to kill him before he could hurt Mythel))


    "Only around you." she said. She then patted her dragon's back, "Mom, can you go a bit fa5ter?


    Dragonmom lacked trust in Regsu after what he'd done to Sylf and her, "He can and will be patient or I'll throw him off and make him WALK to the palace!" she hissed.

    [[ collective amnesia. He remembers before Fay and Lepida were there, and then it just all skips forward recent events like waking up randomly as Aislyn. :I ]]


    Regsu narrowed his round yellow eyes, "I'm sssorry if I did sssomething wrong in the passt," he said, knowing there was always a reason for a nightblood snapping at you; "I wasss sssick. I wassssn't mysssself. "